Twelve gallons of pain
Twelve gallons of petrol,
light the flame
Twelve doves burning
Twelve types of hope yearning
Twelve faces turning
Twelve lost spirits discerning
Twelve grey faced fools
Twelve destructive tools
Twelve purple hearts guiding
Twelve evil souls hiding
Twelve minds blind
Twelve hearts side lined.
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